Planet Drool

Bratty, bitchy
Money hungry
Ruin the fun for everybody
You're not punk
You're not queer
Nobody even wants you here!

People stare in my direction
Am I disrupting your sausage fest?
I think I'm under inspection
What's wrong, hun?
You seem distressed

You wish I wouldn't say a single word
But when you talk you sound so dull
Do I make you feel inferior?
What's wrong hun?
You seem uncomfortable

No need to pretend
I'm not your girlfriend
You heard what I said
I'm not your girlfriend

Please won't you help me carry my amp?
It's too heavy for my lady hands
What do all these little knobs mean?
I'm too stupid for the music scene

Wе will never play by your rules
Wе'll kick your ass to Planet Drool
You are such a goddamn prick
Eat my ass and suck my dick, woo!

No need to pretend
I'm not your girlfriend
You heard what I said
I'm not your girlfriend

(They'd be a good opener)
(Yeah, we should ask them to open for us)

1, 2, 3, 4!

No (no) need (need) to (to) pretend
I'm (I'm) not (not) your (your) girlfriend
You (you) heard (heard) what (what) I said
I'm (I'm) not (not) your (your) girlfriend



Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Kraemer-hopkins, Kaitlin Kanfield, Katie Fischer, Kathleen Branscom
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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